In the early morning of the next day, Chu Moyu galloped to Guanzhong alone.

Over the hills.

Walk across the river.

The mountains and rivers are exotic, it can be described as a flat river, and the scenery in front of you is beautiful, but the Daomen is lit up with magic lights around it.

The road of the marquee, these strange and eccentric things are the masterpieces of Tianguanzi, Daomen power station, Daomen electrification, Daomen natural gas .......

Tianguanzi is a magical existence of the Daomen, and the world can't even think of it, and no ordinary man has ever known that Tianguanzi exists.

Only the figures of the Daomen priest level know, and the masters below the Daomen and the god king level do not know.

Every 100 meters, there are portraits of outstanding practitioners of the Daomen throughout the ages.

There are not many cultivators who can stand stone elephants here, and the local view is a branch of the Taoist Gate, with a history of only 800 years, and there are several famous priests.

The Qing'an priest counted one and set up a stone statue for him, and at this moment he was participating in the rune assessment at the Daomen General Altar.

The branch of the Dao Sect does not set up a master of the sect, and the head of the sect commands all the Daomen and Taoist temples in the Xuantu Continent.

The name of the sect is only known to the Imperial Emperor, Imperial Soul, and Divine Cultivator of the Daomen Shinto Academy.

Ordinary people can see the master, and there has never been one.

When the head of the Taoist sect meets ordinary people, he can immediately communicate with ordinary people.

"When ordinary people meet this seat, they can pass through the gods, and they should be blessed by the heavens of this seat." Quoted from the colloquial language of the palm.

Chu Moyu had this idea in his heart, and when he carried the corpse, what he thought about was whether the master was observing in the sky, and whether he could see that he was working so hard for the Daomen.

People in the world always think of shortcuts, and the lottery tickets opened in the city are said to be the fun brought by the night husband from another world, and are deeply sought after by the clansmen.

The odds of winning a prize are higher than the chances of meeting a coach.

Millions of years have been in the vicissitudes of life, and the days have been dry and old, and no ordinary person has ever met the master.

How old is the coach?

He is at least hundreds of millions of years old, and the world has passed it on by word of mouth.

Chu Moyu dismounted and entered Paihou Square from the mountain behind the side gate.

Hundreds of corpse bearers lined up in an orderly manner.

Chu Moyu found his class ranking.

There are five people in the front row.

These five people are already the top layer of the Daomen corpse bearers.

Eight stars and eight poles carry the corpse.

Lower classes.

Eight stars and seven bars carry corpses.

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One star and one bar carry the corpse.

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Four poles to carry the corpse.

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Chu Moyu was in the position of the four-bar corpse bearer.

On weekdays, his teammates next to him don't want to see him.

People who always like to find Chu Moyu to stir up trouble, Xu Shigu, a tall man, a head taller than Chu Moyu, two buoyancy charms pasted on his arms, Gulfstream's hair, looking around in his eyes, didn't pay attention to what he said, like a fart, seeing that he was one level shorter, he was even more arrogant, and at this moment he was looking at this and that treasure.

"With your loose will, you still want to climb to the position of one star and one bar, and the Dao Gate can see people clearly." Xu Shigu's speech.

"What's wrong with being casual, what's wrong with decadence, you can't succeed if you violate the precepts of Taoism, Lao Tzu's style of life, you can chew your tongue."

"Also, if you have the ability, you step forward, take a look at the eight stars and eight bars, and I, Chu Moyu, will obey you."

Chu Moyu couldn't get used to this kind of person the most, and when he spoke, he didn't respond in time.

"I got a good piece of equipment, but fortunately I didn't say it, otherwise I would have a good life for you."

Xu Shigu didn't want to say anything.

"Chu Moyu, don't think I don't know how much you have hidden, everyone is each other."

Xu Shigu was wearing a first-order windbreaker of the Daomen Imperial Soul System, which could withstand the wonderful cold wind born in the formation and was not affected by the wind.

Chu Moyu had two first-order ascending talismans pasted under his feet, which could not be affected by too much gravity in the process of carrying the corpse.

Each corpse bearer has been mixed to a certain extent, and he has picked up countless treasures over the years.

In the ranks, everyone is wary of each other, and no one looks down on anyone.

"Xu Shigu, you remember it today, I haven't told you many times that some Daomen disciples have long looked at you unpleasantly, and sooner or later someone will hold you hostage, then it will be crazy, and the heavens will harvest it!"

Xu Shigu did not believe in the outdated theory of karma.

He instead quoted what the Taoist often said Yezifu said to disprove this idea.

"Put your mother's Daomen causal bullshit, ask me if the invincible 100 billion watt light bullet in my hand will agree, blind your dog's eyes, and one by one can withstand a black vein poke."

Chu Moyu began to appreciate Xu Shigu, and usually thought that he was just so temperamental, and it turned out to be the same thing as himself.

"Yes, the beauty of the world is intertwined with you, where to find the cause and effect of blocking the heart, it's all."

Chu Moyu thinks so, today he knows a person who appreciates Yezifu as much as he does.

"It seems that my pattern is small, and Brother Xu accepts my gift."

"See Brother Chu! If you give me a gift, then I will give you a water bladder for Liao Xiangzhai. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled at each other, and their knowledge was to borrow flowers to offer Buddha.

"Okay, that's it, Brother Chu, I have a small hammer in the weir machine house, give it to you."

"Brother Chu really hasn't delayed a moment in the past few years, and it seems that you have picked up all the strange treasures near the corpse mountain."

The two looked at each other and smiled, so unhappy.

"When a gentleman sees a strange treasure, there is a reason to return empty-handed!"

When the four bars next to them heard this, they saw a lot of heresies and heresies.

"You are obviously holding sheep by the hand, stealing chickens and touching dogs, that's a gentleman's words! Cheap. ”

"Ignore him! A stupid pig. Xu Shigu was a head taller than him.

and the arrogance that Chu Moyu suppressed beside him.

Who is Yun Hai Cuisine, disturbing their funny conversation, it must be the taste of being kicked a few times later, and the two of them hinted at it, if it weren't for waiting in line.

The Daomen magic is far away in the sky, and I can't control such a trivial matter as you, and it will be humane later, slap you a few times, and reward you with a blue nose and swollen face.

"Yunhai cuisine, you wait and see." Chu Moyu's tone hardened a little.

"Yun Haixi, don't panic! They don't dare to come nonsense, even if I am not there, the Daomen Tianyan is always there. ”

The Daomen Viewer was suspended in the air, using the Spatial Sacred Sound, and paid attention to them.

"Master Li Guan! You...... Returned. ”

Chu Moyu, Xu Shigu knelt down.

The people in the square all knelt down.

Li Guan Zhu went to the world to cultivate all over the world, and he has not returned for 700 years, and his radiance is full of light, released from the sky.

Lord Li Guan travels here, he will not punish anyone, nor will he meet a person, and he will not meet the priest on the way here, his light is unfathomable, he came here to go to the back mountain to see if Ye Zifu's motorcycle is in good condition.

More than 4,700 years ago, Lord Li Guan, Lord Song Guan, and Lord Moguan were fortunate enough to witness the appearance of Ye Zifu on the Heavenly Barren Lawn, which was a memory that the three of them did not want to erase in their lives.

At that time, the three of them were only disciples of the Daomen, and the disciples of watching horses left behind in the Heavenly Desolate Prairie.

Yezifu is alive, riding a motorcycle and galloping in the barren grassland, leaving traces that are difficult to repair along the way.

That scene is eternity.

In the end, Yezifu was destroyed by the 9,000 gods who were at the level of the Heavenly Emperor at that time, and his body was restored to the earth.

The Daomen classics can't remember how many times Yezifu has returned to the Xuantu Continent, and there are too many holy weapons confiscated to Yezifu.

Some have died, while others are still nostalgic for the pomp and circumstance of the day.

Li Guan came back from the divine cultivation and would not stay long, and the master summoned the three of them to send Ye Zifu's motorcycle to the overseas military aircraft battalion to assist the imperial army in conquering the territory of Nanwu.

Daomen is about to expand its territory and establish a miracle development area, and the territory of Nanwu is just around the corner.

Lord Li Guan showed a miracle and left in a moment.

Chu Moyu broke out in a cold sweat.

Xu Shigu was quiet and did not have any emotion, he was because he had read a few more books.

"I'm afraid of a bird, isn't the Taoist master comparable to a layman, so he ignores us."

On the mountain behind the gate, the sacrificial drum sounded.

"The protagonists on the hill are getting moving." Xu Shigu complained unwillingly.

"Yes, we supporting characters should carry the corpse."

Chu Moyu put on his mecha backpack and went to different areas, and he could only queue up together for a month after entering the mountain.

"Yes! If we are rewarded with a bite to eat, we must work hard to move the corpse."

"Brother Chu, get together again after more than a month, and beat him again."

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Chu Moyu rushed to the designated area.

At noon, the scorching sun was scorching.

Did the heavens favor Chu Moyu, the area where he carried the corpse had mountains, water, flowers and fruits, or a cave to escape the summer.

The priests of this local sect arranged twenty formations to assess the children of various cultivation families.

The formation is subtle and glowing.

Chu Moyu's first-order quenching body, wearing the clothes of the Vajra Realm, if he breaks into the formation, it is a moth to the fire, not in the magnitude.

A ray of light inside could instantly pierce through the clothes of the Vajra Realm.

Stay outside the formation, blow the wind, eat fruits, and enjoy flowers.

When people came, Chu Moyu bowed his head to greet him.

Can't speak.

"Take care of your mouths, do your duty, you are just a maggot of A, B, C, and D, a maggot of one, two, three, four, five!" Quoted from the original words of Tianguanzi.

The local Spiritual Officer is responsible for managing all matters relating to the assignment of out-of-door workers.

This is the code of function for every newcomer to the industry.

Chu Moyu had already remembered this sentence in his heart, engraved it in his bones, and buried it in his blood.

Just these words, in the original formation, the cultivators who were bounced out still had a breath and were saved, just because of a sentence from Tianguanzi.

Some cultivators bounced outside, stretched out their hands to signal the corpse bearer, and helped him take out the pill from his pocket to continue his life.

Chu Moyu remained motionless, bowed his head and ignored it.

Words are superfluous, other people's world has never seen you, why do you see others, the people you see in your life are passers-by, it's better to ignore them like this, hello and me, promotion and salary increase, each other has no grievances and no hatred, all are happy, damn hurry up, there is a living natural can lead to the ladder of the Daomen in the array, they lead to the ladder of the Daomen, step by step, from that moment on, we are strange.

"It's dead."

"Alive."

"Don't send it!"

Chu Moyu stood under the tree and prayed.

"I wish they were all dead."

A sinister smile on his face.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and Chu Moyu who was hiding under the tree couldn't shine, and he was waiting for a cultivator to come over.

Time is devouring every minute and every second of death, waiting for time.

The most tormenting.

Await.

Carrying corpses trains people's concentration and endurance.

Ye Zifu said: "From the moment the factory workers clock in every day, they are destined to start exercising in the morning, and they keep working on the same thing, death is devouring, after a long time, what is death, what is the meaning, what is the purpose of human life?" Every minute and second of everyone's time is like a minute and a second of death, and concentration is particularly important. ”

Chu Moyu never left an inch, and his mood was very happy, so he took this opportunity to cultivate his mind.

He has already started the second stage of his practice.

In the days of boredom to the extreme.

A fifth-rank kingfisher flew by.

Someone has cleared here from the last gate.

Who exactly? Why is he so strong?